From Menopause to Zen-o-pause
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No longer second-guess the passion you have. Believe in a collaboration where you don’t have to sacrifice yourself. You do not have to be nice and negate your truth. Instead, heal, lead, and feel the music you are. Sing like a siren calling out above the sirens on the street. Champion the moment. Then, another. Authenticate. Author your life. You’re neither sweet biscuit nor ass-kicking bitch. You’re a lover, coming in to your power. In this present form, you’re neither repurposed, nor done. No one can ignore you anymore, you’re here. Lit. Resplendent with menopause. Burning serene. A self-appointed priestess. Instinctual. Relentless. Breaking beautiful. Have mad respect for that. Life is always difficult and magnificent, simultaneously. We vacillate between war council and candlelit bath. We hone with a haiku focus and don’t have time for complicated b.s. We don’t give a damn about anything, except what we love, which is topped off with a nap and cat. Slow down to remember who you are and celebrate menopause, with imagination and passion. As you savor rather than save, the ordinary becomes extraordinary. Menopause is magnificent in a sick sort of urban legend way. Here’s why. You no longer have red like a monthly stop sign on the corner. It means, go, though you’re no longer on any road you know. And while sometimes, on this empty road, it’s like a horror movie with Santa suddenly back in red, during summer vacation, you can laugh as it devastates as you wait for the present. The present! Life is art, more than ever. If you choose the art of self-care and awareness, menopause will slip into a place I call zen-o-pause. Imagine that! Make space for a change involving blood and love. Innovate from the ground up. Get that authentic. Thanks to those jesters progesterone and estrogen. you’ve joined a french circus, falling but also finding joie de vivre. Sometimes, I sing in my best Marlene Dietrich voice “Lazy Afternoon” as I imagine daisies running riot, as I relax on a hill of pillows. Yes, let the rest fall away as you rest and the next thing you know, life becomes music, despite menopause. And possibly because of it.
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Do you suffer from power surges, which some call hot flashes? Does your body ignite with a heat and light at three a.m. that has you feel you could create a world of your own? Virginia Woolf said a woman needs a room of her own. Now more than ever, this is true for you, as your body returns to birth your own life with fire. Rise from the ashes of that hot flash. Find flow is no longer made of time, but fire. Surprise yourself as you bungee jump the estrogen drop. Dare to be lit with the possibility of Zen-o-pause. Relax and remember who you really are.
About the Author
Kyan Howland is the visionary Author of Wake the Mermaid. She specializes in the connection between creativity and health. Beloved as the singing nurse, she’s comforted many, midwifing the dying with music. Her passion for music has taken her around the world researching frequency, lullabies, and sound healing. Sea-E-O at Kyan’s Mermaid Academy, she teaches the art of self-care, online and at shoreline retreats. She believes a love of life, a joie de vivre, is key, making possible a recovery through revery. Her photography brims with inspiration and fills this book. Exhibiting far and wide, her sense of wonder gives serenity to clinics, schools, cafes, and museums.